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Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: ~~inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry~~

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in. ]

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[ Hugs are kind of nice in these situations, and he gently drapes his arm around her. It's about the only thing that keeps him grounded anymore, and it doesn't much help that he has found he has a distinct inability to even so much as want to refuse female children. ]

Have you been well?

[ As he speaks, the designs in the sand never seem to stop becoming more and more complicated. ]

[A happy purr escapes her, followed by a giggle as she keeps on cuddling him, very carefully and gently but without any sign or intention of stopping.]

Uh huh! I've been okay. It's nice spending time with efuryone. Especially when I get to see you too.

[Because quiet as he is, Nepeta has had a special place in her heart for the Psiioniic ever since he'd indulged that sad, mourning little troll with a teaparty months ago.]

What are you drawing, Mister Psii?

[ That intervening time has only served to make him all the more indulgent. Living with Signless does that to a troll, even a damaged one, and his fumbling hand smooths down the fabric of her coat on her shoulder as he looks out to the piece of work he has engaged in. ]

I do not yet know. I theorize that it will come to me eventually.

I like drawing too.

[She doesn't mind confiding that much in him - if anything, Psiioniic is one of the people she feels completely comfortable chatting away to about all sorts of things. He's a reassuring presence, and she purrs all the louder for the way he pats her shoulder.]

Sometimes it's like that, you draw and draw and draw and it only all makes sense afurterwards, right?

Yeth, that ith what I have found mythelf.

[ She reminds him very much of someone, making it easy to indulge her. Dii, he imagines, from what interactions he had with the Disciple as a Helmsman and the stories he had been told. Though he can't know, not really, it's a hazy sort of thing. ]

I enjoy geometrical dethignth. What ith it that you draw?

[Cuddling and talking about drawing, two of her favourite things. She's in kitty troll heaven as she purrs and nuzzles at his shoulder - wait, he asked her something, didn't he?]

Adventures! The adventures that I have with my furrends. Annnd...other things. [Suddenly looking very very innocent, wide eyes and all.]

Other thingth?

[ Unfortunately, that only has his curiosity. He has no idea what other things could possibly encompass. ]

Uh huh! Uhm...

[Well. Okay, it's making her blush a bit but out of all people she doesn't really mind telling Psiioniic about it. He's so easy to talk to, almost as much as Signless, albeit in a different way.]

I like keeping track of my furrends and the quadrants they're in or might end up in so I draw them all. I did it back home too! I had a wall full in my hive.

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